Editor's note: Many runners are wearing race jerseys and joining a "virtual run" in honor of the runners in Boston. See Melissa Running It's post, Pray for Boston, for more information. -- Julie
Apr 15, 2013 - Boston, Massachusetts, U.S. - A runner reaches the finish line moments after a bombing at the finish line. The 2013 Boston Marathon was marked with tragedy when 2 bombs exploded simultaneously at the finish line in Downtown Boston killing three and injuring 140. (Image: © Ken McGagh/MetroWest Daily News/ZUMAPRESS.com)
The first time I ran a mile, I was 10 years old. My father had undergone a hemipelvectomy the year before to treat his cancer. It was his leg or his life. He chose his life.
There’s something about being a child and watching your father fight to live, watching him make the choice to live with less. Knowing he would never walk his daughter down the aisle, but that maybe if the surgery went well, he would be there to watch her.
As a child, watching my father fight cancer -- and watching him learn how to live and be successful in all areas of his life, from learning how to walk again, to putting up Christmas lights to becoming the president of his own company -- left a profound impression within me: Never give up.
The experience also made me really aware of my own body. It made me aware of the potential of my body. Since my father lost his leg to cancer, I knew, in my own 10-year-old way of coping, I wanted to live for my father, to do with my body the things he didn’t get to do.
This understanding -- of not giving up, of the desire to realize the potential of my body -- became intertwined in my experience of running the mile for the first time in physical education class.
I remember my lungs burning, and my legs heavy underneath me; I remember wanting to give up but fighting on. My physical education teacher clicked on the stopwatch as I crossed the finish line.
“You just ran an eight-minute mile. You might be able to go somewhere in life with a time like that.”
Running actually did take me a lot of places in life. But more important, my first mile set the foundation for how I understood my life. Living and running: The two have been inextricably tied for me for the past 15 years.
The first place running took me was to a safe social space. Junior high and high school aren’t the nicest crowds. As a scrawny, nerdy half-Asian kid, my chances of social acceptance hadn’t been so high in the past. But running made me kind of cool -- or, perhaps more poignantly, it gave me confidence. I learned to carry the same confidence I felt on the track into the classroom and to the lunch table. I learned that if I had confidence, I could find just the same amount of success in other areas of my life as I did on the track. Eventually, I gathered enough confidence to ask permission from our school board to start our high school's participation in the National Day of Silence, a political movement that would benefit my friends who were LGBT, whose voices were constantly silenced.
As I became a better runner, I traveled more: around the state of Illinois, the Midwest, then the southern Appalachians, all for various camps and competitions. Along the way, I ran through all the awakenings I was supposed to run through as a high school girl: the first loves and the first heartbreaks, the finished forever-friendships and the parental conflict. With great relief, I can tell you I crossed over the finish line into some cliched coming-of-age understandings that made me a better person.
College running taught me a lot … about running. It taught me that if someone tells me to run at an opportunity to get to where I want to be, I’ll try to sprint through a wall to get there: knee surgeries, broken bones, the whole nine yards included. My career -- or at least, any chance of being a halfway decent runner -- was done by the time I was 20. Through college running, I learned that sometimes, the way to win is to back down. To walk away. To develop patience. To re-understand yourself as a runner, and as a person. To take on different roles on your team; instead of leading the pack, to lead through example. Lead through the choices you can make. In fact, don’t lead. Encourage others.
Mostly, running taught me not to give up on myself. I may have been done as a 1500-meter runner. But I wasn’t done as a runner.
Four years later, I finished the Nike British 10k. I took 44th for the women…out of roughly 10,000.
I learned the greatest lessons of my life through running. I learned, very slowly and at times painfully, not to give up on other people in my life, either. I learned that all problems, no matter how horrific they seem, have something to offer you. They have lessons you can learn from.
If you asked any runner what lessons they’ve learned from their sport, you’d hear different variations. But in the end, you would hear the same themes. Ultimately, you would hear they didn’t give up. Ultimately, you would hear that running taught them most of what they know.
Yesterday, 26,000 runners from around the world gathered in Boston. They had with 26,000 different stories to tell about how running took them to be where they are in their lives right now. You would hear the stories of what led them to the Boston Marathon this year. There would be 26,000 different stories of runners who were children 10, 15, 30-something odd years ago, who fell in love with the sport. You would hear of runners who picked it up at 50. You would hear of mothers overcoming cancer to run this race, of sons running after coming home from war. You would meet other runners, just like me, waiting for their bodies to heal, waiting for their Boston to happen. You would meet non-runners -- people who have no intention of ever putting on running shoes, but people who admired the sport.
There should have been 26,000 participants crossing the finish on April 15, finding 26,000 new stories to tell of triumph and overcoming all, along with hundreds of thousands of stories of the adversity and greatness that come along with our sport.
Instead, 26,000 stories -- no, all our stories, really -- were silenced with the blast of an explosion.
Three stories, we know, ended forever.
140 other stories are now forever changed.
No one knows who did it, or why they did it, or what their cause was. And to be frank: I don’t give a flying flip.
You, whoever you are, tried to destroy something that was an amazing force in so many people’s lives. You tried to destroy the stories of thousands of runners, of thousands of their family members and closest friends. You probably didn’t have a connection to the sport. You probably have never put on a pair of running shoes in your life. Running, how it brings people together, families together, communities together, a nation together: That meant nothing to you.
We’re pissed. We’re angry. We’re beyond upset at the horror you would give to so many people by using violence to create power -- a power that is surely void in your own menial mind, because you didn’t bother to work through your stories and chose instead to interfere as we ran through ours.
The lessons running teaches us are too powerful. The places running takes us are too important. And the things that we draw from life through the power of our stride -- they are more powerful than any explosion meant to stop us as runners, or our families, from continuing on as people.
It may take us months to process this. We may grapple to understand what this means. We may initially back down out of a few races. But no distance runner ever gives up on herself. And no distance runner ever gives up on this sport.
We find ways to cross the finish line.
And we will find a way to learn something more powerful from what has happened today than your explosion.
My heart breaks for family, friends and runners of the 2013 Boston Marathon. I cannot express how angry I am that so many stories have been affected by this incident. But I know that if any community can find the strength to create something greater from this horrible event, it’s the long-distance community and the wonderful and amazing families, friends, fans, and appreciators that support the sport.
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